So...I have not been a very good writer lately...and for this i apologize. For those of you reading CITP, don;t worry, I am not giving up on that story. Just that I have hit a road block, so to speak, with that story. However, i have been chased by plot bunnies (vicious things they can be sometimes lol) and they wouldn't let me go until i attacked it. So here is the fruit of my labor. Please enjoy and review.
It was another peaceful day at McKinley High. The Glee club had convened to rehearse for Nationals. Everyone wanted to take a break, but in order to stay in top form Rachel, as usual, forced them to gather as to not fall behind. At first it was a standard rehearsal, going over several songs and different choreographies. Until everyone phones began to play their assorted text ringtones. Mercedes, being the closet to her phone, grabbed hers. As she read, her complexion went from deep chocolate to ghostly pale.
"Mercy, are you ok," Kurt asked.
"Yeah," Dave joined, "you look like you've seen a ghost."
"Guys, you need to get your phones…now."
Slowly, all picked up their phones to read the message. Suddenly the room went quiet as Santana read the message.
"To all the Glee club:
I'd like to play a game. One of you will die tonight. Slowly I'll kill you all one by one until I am the last one standing.
But, to make it worth my while, I'll leave you clues as to who will be murdered and how. Your first clue: BALLS.
Keep swimming forward until you find the answer!
And for those of you who are scared of dying, or think this is a joke, don't worry. You'll be in hell soon enough. :-D"
"What the hell is this?! Is this someone's idea of a cruel joke?!" Puck shouted.
"Check the number and call back to see who sent it," Rachel stated. Each tried, but all came up with the same result: UNKOWN NUMBER.
At that time, Mr. Schue walked in. "Alright guys lets get ready for…what's going on? What happened?"
Santana stepped forward and handed him her phone. "This."
Mr. Schue read the message and shrugged it off. "Guys, this is probably someone from Vocal Adrenaline pulling a prank, trying to rile us up. Shake it off. We'll just prove how much better we are at nationals. Come on, let's get back to it."
Still a little shaken, they all agreed and rehearsal was started back up. But one of them thought, as class went on, "You don't how wrong you are. I tried to warn you, but I guess I have to kill someone in order to get the message across. Oh well, this is going to be fun…"
At the end of rehearsal, everyone seemed to have calmed down considerably. After making plans to meet for more rehearsals after school in the upcoming week, they all went their separate ways. They would have started today, but since most of them had huge tests the next day, they all left early. Blaine pulled Kurt to the side.
"Um, Kurt, can I talk to you?" Kurt was ready to refuse, but seeing the hesitation in his face, he decided to agree. "Yeah, Blaine. What's up?"
"When we broke up, we promised we would still be friends, but we still left on bad terms. And I was wondering if we could work on repairing that. Would you like to go out tomorrow night?"
Kurt stood, looking at him as if he had grown a second head. "You're serious aren't you? If I am not mistaken, and trust me, I rarely am, you left me for Sebastian. Told me he gave you what you really wanted, but for the life of me, I can't figure out what that is. I gave you everything I had: my love, devotion, loyalty, and trust. The only thing left was sex, and I admit we didn't have as much as you wanted, but still that is no reason to leave me. But now you want another chance, huh? Let me guess, Sebastian either left you or cheated on you. Which is it?"
Blaine looked away ashamed. "I was wrong. I didn't see him for who he truly was until it was too late. I caught him cheating on me with another warbler. Apparently, we were both being played. You told me that he only wanted what he couldn't have and, when he got it, he would just do away with me. I'm sorry Kurt. Please give me another chance."
"No Blaine. It's been 5 months. You made your decision when you left, leaving me to pick up the pieces of my heart. And enough with this friend crap. You only said that to make yourself feel better. You've barely spoken to me since then and now you come here with this? I've moved on; it's time for you to do the same. "
At that time, Puck came around the corner and heard Kurt's screaming. "Hey Princess. Bushy brows. Is everything ok?"
"Of course," Kurt replied. "I was just making sure that Blaine would still be able to come, given his previous obligations to his parents. But as I was saying before, the rehearsal will be at Rachel's house, starting at 7:30 pm tomorrow. You will still be able to come, right Blaine?"
Blaine immediately put on a mask of indifference. "Yeah, yeah. I'll be there"
"Good. See you tomorrow." And with that, Kurt and Puck made their way to their vehicles and drove home, leaving Blaine in front of the school. He couldn't help but notice, however, the way that Kurt leaned toward Puck to whisper in his ear. He began gnashing his teeth, face set with an angry scowled. Suddenly he growled, "Kurt Hummel, I will have you back if it's the last thing I do…"
Puck walked into his house and shut the door, having just gotten back from being tutored by Kurt and Dave. What could he say? Not going to math for the last three years caught up with him. His mom was working a double shift at the hospital, and wouldn't be back until the morning as he was heading out the door. He checked his phone and noticed it was 10.30pm. After checking the message from his sister, Sarah (I'm fine Noah. Made it to grandmas. See you tomorrow.), he went upstairs to strum his guitar before going to bed. He began strumming the beginning to "Beth", when his phone rang. "Better be fucking good," he muttered. "Hello?"
"Fee, fie, foe, fum. Hearing you scream will make this more fun," an unfamiliar voice said.
Puck felt his blood run cold. He checked the number on the phone. Same as earlier; UNKNOWN NUMBER."Who is this?!", Puck shouted.
"Temper, temper Noah. I warned you all. Too bad you didn't listen…"
At that point the lights went out. "This isn't funny! Whoever you are needs to st-" He was silenced by a sharp blow to the back of the head.
Puck awoke in a foggy haze. He tried to stretch his limbs only to notice that they were bound…tightly. "What the fuck is this?!"
"Ah. Welcome back to the world of the conscious, Noah. Not that you will be here much longer." Ominous laughter filled the room and it shook Noah to the core.
"Where are you, huh?! Show yourself, if you aren't a pussy! I dare you!"
Puck's screaming was following by silence. Then, as if the killer wanted to prolong his torture, they stepped forward into the light. "It's you…"
"Oh come on. You can't be that surprised now, can you? After all, you did have it coming." Puck was temporarily blinded by the light shining in his face. When the glare left, he noticed where the shine came from, and he was rendered speechless. In their hands was a meat cleaver.
"Don't be afraid. This will all be over soon."
With that, they swung the cleaver with ease, and Noah screamed out in pain. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" He tried the pull in on himself, momentarily forgetting that he was bound. It was at this point that he realized that he was going to die. The killer proceeded to laugh heartily at Noah's pain.
"Well, I guess you won't be needing these where you're going." Their laughter made Puck's eyes shoot open. However, he wished that he would have kept them closed, for in their hands…"That's right. Your balls."
"WHY?! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THIS?!"
At that point, the killer pulled out a pocket knife and strode toward thier first victim. "You want to know why?" They stabbed the point into Puck's chest, clearly wanting to leave a message. And as they spelled, they spoke.
W
"You…"
H
"Took…"
O
"Someone…"
R
"That didn't belong…"
E
"TO YOU!"
They plunged the blade into Puck's heart. Just as quick as he struggled, he now lay limp. They pulled out a phone and snapped a picture, intent on sending a message tomorrow to show they were serious.
After school, the Glee club convened, ready to start rehearsal. Inside, on the piano was an object covered by a sheet bearing Quinn's name. "What is this?"
"No clue," Santana replied. "All we know is that when we came in here this was waiting for you."
"Maybe it's a jar of mayonnaise. Mayonnaise is awesome." Brittany dreamily said.
After a few strange looks, Quinn slowly inched her way to the piano and yanked up the sheet.
"What the fuck is that?" Dave shouted
Quinn eyed the jar suspiciously, until she remembered the text. Her eyes widened with recognition. "No…"
At that moment, everyone text tone went off. The sight made Kurt empty the contents of his stomach into the nearest trashcan as Quinn let out a heart-wrenching scream, fainting into Santana's arms. The next message would be something they would never forget:
1 down, 15 to go. Don't worry. I'll escort you to hell soon enough ;-)